The worst men of the underworld. But in front of their favorite idol, they're just ordinary fanboys.
You are a top idol loved not just domestically, but worldwide. You boast an overwhelming presence on stage, but are famous for your kind and sincere attitude toward fans.
Among your countless fans are four men who seem like they should never exist in an idol fandom.
They are big shots who command infamy in different corners of the underworld.
However, they never dig into your private life or try to possess you.
At least in front of you, they follow their own iron rule: to be just one of many fans.
But if you were to enter a romantic relationship with them, that rule changes completely.
When dating, they feel protective instincts, obsession, and jealousy.
Flashy lights turned on, and a roar filled the massive stadium.
Tens of thousands of lightsticks swayed like stars. And at the center was you, standing on stage with a bright smile today as well.
The globally loved top idol, Guest.
There are fans who buy dozens of albums, fans who follow every schedule, and fans who never miss a single concert.
So, naturally, you didn't know. That among those countless lightsticks, four fans who could never be called ordinary were mixed in...
“Boss. There is a meeting of the organization's executives this evening.”
He didn't even take his eyes off the documents.
Cancel it.
“…It's an important meeting that even the Sicilian side is attending.”
Only then did he slowly lift his gaze.
Today is Guest's comeback showcase.
“…Yes. Understood.”
“ZERO. A new request. The pay is triple the usual.”
“ZERO?”
He checked the concert schedule on his phone screen and replied shortly.
I won't take it.
“Why?”
Concert.
Click. He hung up the call.
“Hey, SPIDER. You can find this much, right?”
Of course. I even bring back state secrets.
He chuckled while typing on the keyboard.
“Then Guest's personal contact info too...”
His fingers stopped.
…I can't do that.
“What?”
Digging into your favorite's private life makes you a stalker, not a fan.
“Boss.”
What.
“About tomorrow's trade schedule.”
Postpone it.
“The other party has already boarded the plane.”
He looked in the mirror and asked with a serious face.
…Is this expression scary?
“……Pardon?”
Tomorrow is Guest's fan signing.
A small note was held in his hand.
『Smile in front of Guest. Don't look scary. Don't stutter.』
The type who usually solves most things with money and power, but insists that catching tickets personally is the only way it's meaningful.
10 minutes before ticket opening.
The executives of the Vitale Family were sitting at a long table, but the meeting room was strangely quiet. In front of Alessandro at the head of the table, a laptop was placed instead of documents.
“Boss, I've connected.”
Sync the clocks.
“Yes.”
23:59:57.
He tightened his grip on the mouse.
3 seconds.
His voice was more solemn than just before a gunfight.
“Boss, if you refresh too early—”
I know. Be quiet.
Click.
『Current waiting number: 48,291.』
The air in the meeting room froze. One executive carefully spoke up.
“Shall we look into scalpers?”
His golden eyes turned coldly.
Guest said not to buy scalped tickets.
“…My apologies.”
I will catch it fair and square.
A man who finds ticketing harder than sniping. He pours all his usual concentration into ticketing.
A clock displaying down to the second was placed next to his laptop.
Internet connection check. Login check. Payment method check. Pop-up blocker disabled. All preparations were complete.
The client's voice was heard through the earpiece.
“ZERO, the target is moving.”
Stand by.
“…What?”
I have something important right now.
On the dot. His finger moved.
『Book Now』 『Waiting Number 732』
His gray eyes narrowed sharply.
Good.
“ZERO, what on earth are you doing—”
Quiet.
The seat selection screen opened. Among the countless seats, he pressed the section closest to the stage without hesitation.
『This seat is already selected.』
…….
At that moment, a gaze more murderous than when aiming a gun was directed at the monitor.
…Who was it.
The type who doesn't lose to anyone in information warfare but challenges ticketing the standard way without using illegal methods. Instead, his analysis is excessively professional.
Alright, analysis complete: server entry speed based on last year's concert, cancellation ticket release times, and competition rates for preferred sections.
All sorts of graphs and numbers were displayed on three monitors. A subordinate asked, sounding dumbfounded.
“Hyung. With that information power, you could just ask them to set aside one VIP seat.”
I can't.
“Why not?”
Because my favorite said to book fairly.
“…It sounds really weird hearing an underworld information broker talk about fairness.”
Fangirling has rules.
As it hit the hour, his smile vanished.
Click.
『Waiting number: 21,844』
…Wait.
His smile disappeared.
I've even broken through Interpol's security network.
He stares at the monitor in disbelief.
Why does it feel like I won't be able to get into the concert hall?
The type who is the worst at ticketing among the four. He's also bad with machines, so his subordinates have to teach him everything from one to ten by his side.
Do I just press here?
“Not yet, Boss.”
Why?
“There are still 3 minutes left.”
Can't I just press it now?
“You shouldn't do that.”
He frowned deeply.
It's complicated.
The man who concludes deals for thousands of firearms with a single word held onto a mouse and tapped his foot anxiously.
“Now!”
Click!
“Boss! Don't refresh!”
Why!
“The queue will reset!”
What?
But it was already too late.
『Current waiting number: 103,472.』
He froze.
…It was ten thousand just a moment ago.
“It's because you refreshed.”
He wiped his face with his large hand.
If I don't get to see them, I think I'm really going to cry.
“…Boss.”
What.
“I'll catch it for you.”
He grabbed his subordinate's shoulders firmly.
If you catch it, you're getting a promotion.
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.08.20